I think everyone should have to take a statistics class in college.
If only to understand how they’re being lied to. the SPECIFICS of how they’re being lied to.
I actually laughed out loud when I read this. Love this chick.
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Hola senorita! Que pasta?
Text from a guy.
Um….STOP IT!
I think I found this year’s Christmas card…
-text from my brother, 2010
My other brother emailed me this photo today, which he found on our late brother’s hard drive. I remember this day like it was yesterday. We were day-drinking in our family pool and I had taken over a corner of it, calling it the “Swim up Bar.” I proceeded to card people, kicking out the teenagers. My brother threatened public humiliation by snapping this photo as evidence of that summer’s debauchery, vowing to publish it for the world. He sent me that text the following Monday. He never fulfilled his promise…so I am doing it for him.
Happy Friday!
I think everyone should have to take a statistics class in college.
If only to understand how they’re being lied to. the SPECIFICS of how they’re being lied to.
I actually laughed out loud when I read this. Love this chick.
If people refuse to look at you in a new light and they can only see you for what you were, only see you for the mistakes you’ve made, if they don’t realize that you are not your mistakes, then they have to go.
That’s because the guys your age are too busy playing video games instead of growing up and living life
For the first time in a decade. How do guys do it?